Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.